Is it utterly pathetic to get excited from an email that states:
“Rocco had a large bowel movement this afternoon.”
I experience the same elation I used to feel when daycare would send me a picture of a smiling Ri or Mario and write “S/he is having a great day today!” Rocco has definitely moved into the third kid bracket. I even find myself buying new doggy toys every time I go shopping. Yikes!